In the quiet of his room, he strips bare, his cock already hard and eager. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his body, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, before finally wrapping his fist around his shaft. He strokes, slow and steady, his hips rising to meet his hand. His body glistens with sweat, his breath comes in short gasps, and with a final, shuddering cry, he spills his load, his cock pulsing as it paints his chest and belly with his essence.